I don’t care for those nuclear weapons. They have a hint of “baby with the bathwater.” And chemical weapons are so impersonal. You can’t even hang around and see what you’re doing for very long before you start coughing. Besides, they’re just bug bombs for people. Where’s the sense of fair play in that? Who would sign up to join a military run by the Orkin man? I wouldn’t. And tanks? No whimsy. I need whimsy in my defense procurement.
Now this thing I can get behind. A four-legged robot that throws concrete blocks with his head… er, fifth arm… er, fifth leg –its first arm that goes where his head goes — whatever. Anyway, I want legions of these babies marching over the horizon, instilling fear of unchecked masonry destruction on our enemies. They’ll never run out of ammo, either, as long as our foes have any partially built stripmalls around. It’s genius.